The Casanova

Tedi is in for a wild one with the village casanova Giuseppe! Giuseppe is in trouble for seducing another maiden, which is gonna give Tedi a chance to get in on his behind.

Can Giuseppe handle this traditional punishment for being a ladysman?

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The Casanova

Teodoro — Tedi to his friends — was about to start putting makeup on for his show tonight when the sound of a brouhaha outside drew his attention. He didn’t want to be bothered by whatever it was — almost certainly a girl having lost her virginity, which was what the local townsfolk had been most concerned about for a long time.
That concern did not extend to Tedi. He was not bothered by the purity of this town’s women. At the moment, he dressed in nothing more than plain white (or off-white, now) britches, but before the show started, he’d put on a wig and one of his stunning diaphanous dresses, making him look like a graceful and elegant woman. His slender upper body glistened with the cream he had just finished rubbing into it.
He hurried to the door to see what was happening. When he flung it open, he saw a man and a woman, about to knock on the door.
The man was naked, awkwardly bent over so the woman could grip the thick mop of black hair on his head. She held on tight and he flailed, trying to use his hands to both push her off and to at the same time cover his bare crotch. Tedi felt a surge of heat — that was Giuseppe, the handsomest man in the village. He had had an irrepressible crush on Giuseppe ever since spying him swimming naked in the river with his friends. He had hidden in a tree and watched their dicks flop, muscles flexing as they roughhoused in the water.
But that had been from a distance, not right up front. Now he was here in front of Tedi’s door — stark naked — and Tedi’s knees went weak just looking at him and his fat swinging cock.
He had a perfectly flat belly with a beefy chest, all of it covered in fine black hairs. He was young, just eighteen, so his skin was smooth and the chest hair wasn’t quite a dense tangle of coarse fur yet; it was still silken and it ended at his shoulders. His dick was slightly visible through the gaps between his fingers, which made Tedi’s mouth drool. Giuseppe had a square jaw with a few days’ grizzle on it and a broad nose with deep dimples that were apparent now, while he winced in pain and the old woman pulled on his hair.
“Tell him!” the old woman barked. Tedi recognized her now — Anita Colombo, Giuseppe’s aunt. She was a perpetually angry spinster who was active in the church and led the women’s group there. She was a fierce defender of female chastity, presumably because she was too bitter, old, wrinkled and nasty to get any kind of man. Her purity was unravageable.
“Hi, uh… Tedi,” Giuseppe said; his voice was pinched and tense. He winced as the woman pulled on his hair. In order to let her grip his hair, he had to stoop down low. His muscles were flexed, like he really wanted to just push her away, but of course, he couldn’t push a woman, especially an old woman who was related to him. He cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… I, I gotta ask-“
“Oh, this will take forever,” Anita snapped. She pushed him into the house past Tedi, letting go of his hair. Giuseppe tripped and landed on the floor. “My good-for-nothing nephew has put another fine feminine soul at risk, Tedi!”
“Signorina, you are upset, I can see that. Let me make you a cup of coffee-“
“I do not want any coffee. If it were only him, I could ignore it. Su vergüenza sería únicamente su propia!,” she put her hands on her hips. “But he has brought shame upon this entire family. He has been consorting with… Well, I shouldn’t say her name. I will not bring shame upon her family as well. Di lei nome deve essere un segreto…”
“Signorina-“
“Hush,” she said. “That girl is from a good family, Tedi. She has been plundered, ruined, by him! That alone would be bad enough. Jeopardizing souls like it meant nothing to him! He goes to church every week and then spends his days, and his nights, with loose female flesh, the donne troia.”
“Zia Anita, come on…” Giuseppe stood right behind Tedi, so close that Tedi could feel his body heat and sense his limp, low-hanging dick rubbing on Tedi’s own back. He had to resist the urge to start slurping on it right now in front of his dear Zia Anita.
“But that is not all. He threatens to ruin our family in this life as well as the next,” she said. Then she made the sign of the cross over her ample bosom. Gesticulating wildly, she continued, “He has plundered a girl whose grandmother knows well the olden ways! She has cursed the entire family with her evil eye! She has the worst malocchio in the village, this I know well…” Tears escaped down her chin. “You cannot escape her curse!”
At first, Tedi assumed something else was coming. Villagers here were always talking about the evil eye (malocchio), but no one took it very seriously, did they? Anita looked like she was about to faint. There must be something else.
But no, it soon became clear from the look on her face that she was terrified of the evil eye.
“Signorina, I am very sorry to hear that. But I do not know about witchcraft,” Tedi said. “I would not know how to undo the malocchio.”
“You do not need to know how. So come. I have consulted with Padre Ricardi, and I have consulted with my grandmother’s notes. I spoke with the matriarch who placed the malocchio in the first place,” she said. She shook her head and bit her lip. “I can not speak it. You must lay with the boy, as though… with a girl, as though he were a girl. You must plunder him, make him feel the shame and filthiness that that poor girl must be feeling.”
Giuseppe burst in with a nervous smile. “I don’t think that’s how she feels, Aunt Anita. We’re in love. I was going to propose matrimonio to her-“
“She will never marry you! She is a high-class woman! She will not marry a man with broad shoulders, callused fingers and sporco sotto le unghie!” Anita said, throwing her hands in the air. She glared at Tedi. “Will you do this? You are the only man in the village who would undo this particular curse.”
Tedi stammered over himself. Logically, he wanted to say no; he was offended that she assumed he’d want to, but on the other hand, Giuseppe was the most handsome man in the village. Tedi did want to do it, even if he thought the reason for it was nonsensical. “Signorina, I… I will do it.”
“Oh, wonderful! You may make it hurt,” she said with a cruel glint in her eye. She glared at her nephew. “Egli deve soffrire molto…”
“Wait, Zia Anita, what are you talking about?” He put his hands on his hips. “He can’t treat me like a girl. I don’t have una micio-” His eyes went wide and he gasped, like he only just figured out what his aunt intended. He again covered his crotch with both hands. “Zia Anita! I can’t submit to that!”
“The curse upon you is great, mio nipote! It can only be undone this way,” she said. It sounded like she was near tears, like she was consigning her nephew to certain death.
It sounded like Giuseppe was in a similar place, and he also sniffed back tears. He trembled and shook as Tedi closed the door — it was obvious they could keep wailing like this all afternoon, so Tedi just needed to shut the door and move things along.
“Please… isn’t there any other way?” he asked, partially aiming the question at Tedi and partially aimed out the door.
“Your curse has already harmed this family! Tua cugina Valentina was stricken today with consumption!”
“Really? Dio mio!” Giuseppe turned to face Tedi before the door finally slammed shut with Anita on the other side. Tears welled up in his eyes as he ran his fingers through his thick black hair, which now was a messy tangle since his aunt had dragged him here using his hair as a handle. He blushed and stepped away from Tedi, hands still covering his crotch.
That seemed doubtful to Tedi, but Anita confirmed it through the door. It took time for consumption to appear and for it to be confirmed to be that and not a similar illness. It was entirely too early in the day for Aunt Anita to have heard confirmation that it was consumption, assuming the illness began after Giuseppe was caught with the girl. But Tedi didn’t want to point this out, and besides that, he had long ago learned that the superstitious mind would always find a way to rationalize it — Giuseppe had presumably intended to bed the girl before it actually happened, for example, so perhaps the curse reached backwards in time to cause punishment when the sin was planned but not yet executed. Perhaps Valentina would have quickly recovered if Giuseppe had decided not to take the girl’s virginity.
In any case, it was not Tedi’s responsibility to be the rational one.
Giuseppe was pale now. He kept his hands over his crotch and his muscles rippled as anxiety flowed through him. He had been to see Tedi’s show at least once, and he had reacted like any other male — aroused but ashamed of it because he knew that Tedi was a man dressed like a woman. Now though, Tedi was dressed as a man; there was no way to pretend he was a real girl.
“Get on your knees, Giuseppe,” Tedi said. His voice was flat and firm. “Your soul is going to learn a very difficult lesson today.”
Giuseppe sunk to his knees as Tedi dropped his britches. He pulled his dick out and gave it a few strokes. It was already half-hard, so it quickly swelled to full erection in front of Giuseppe’s trembling, tear-streaked face.
“Open your mouth,” Tedi said. When Giuseppe hesitated, Tedi used both hands to force his lips apart. He enjoyed touching Giuseppe’s handsome face, which was still beautiful, despite being streaked with tears, his confident charm replaced by choked terror.
He pushed his dick in, and Giuseppe gagged loudly. He sputtered and choked with just the tip of Tedi’s dick on his tongue. But he didn’t pull away or try to leave, he just submitted even as his body rejected Tedi’s shaft.
“Good! Make him choke! Everyone come listen to my nephew’s shame!”
Tedi blushed almost as red as Giuseppe — Tedi normally liked to keep a low profile. The men of this village did not easily tolerate girlie-men like Tedi, so the more attention he attracted, the more danger he was in. Tedi could never forgive himself if he didn’t take full advantage of the situation he was in though, so he didn’t slow down. If he was exiled as a result, he thought, he could find a new town that needed a feminine dancer. He could even move to Rome.
Giuseppe choked up so much spit it made Tedi laugh. He had never seen someone produce so much saliva while swallowing dick — it seemed he tried not to swallow any of the moisture in his mouth, like it was contaminated with cock, so he wanted to spit it out. But Tedi didn’t remove his dick, so Giuseppe couldn’t close his mouth, which meant he couldn’t actually spit; he could only drool and drip saliva from his lips.
There were more people around now. Tedi heard them gather outside the front of his house. Women muttered among themselves, either laughing at Giuseppe’s superstition or silently praying to protect themselves from the malocchio. Men jeered and muttered insults as they scattered around the house looking for open windows (which they wouldn’t find because Tedi always kept his curtains closed). No matter how much the men didn’t want to watch a girlie-man like Tedi go at it, they all wanted to see Giuseppe’s humiliation — Giuseppe was so handsome he was the object of affection for every woman in the village.
The pleasure in Tedi’s cock was intense, making it hard for Tedi to focus on being serious. He smiled at Giuseppe’s frenzied sputtering and the puddle of saliva that formed on the floor. His dick throbbed in Giuseppe’s throat, swelling to fit and forcing the big Italian macho to gasp for air when Tedi backed out just enough to allow it.
Tedi eventually pulled away, not wanting to finish in Giuseppe’s mouth. He had bigger plans. Giuseppe sputtered and gagged profusely, spitting over and over onto the floor as though trying to get every drop out. Tedi moved behind Giuseppe and rammed a finger in his ass even before Giuseppe realized what was going on.
“Oh, dio mio!” he shouted. “Che fa male come l’inferno!” A torrent of laughter arose from outside, and Giuseppe blushed. He bit his lip. His ass clenched hard on Tedi’s finger.
Tedi giggled. Every time he moved his finger even a bit, it sent waves of agony through Giuseppe’s muscles. Giuseppe hung his head as he settled on all fours — the only position that made this fingering easy for him, since he was massively taller than Tedi — and arched his back. The muscles of his back rippled, and he gripped the ground as though trying to rip the floorboards up.
Hooking his finger to one side or the other made Giuseppe grunt. He hyperventilated, his entire body stiff and tense as he focused on relaxing the only muscle that counted. Tedi rammed his finger in and out, enjoying the spongy feel of the man’s body.
“Go over to the window,” Tedi said.
Giuseppe hesitated but did as he was told when Tedi used his finger in Giuseppe’s ass to point the way. Giuseppe crawled with difficulty across the floor. It took what seemed like a long time to get there. Giuseppe gasped and twisted his head as he suppressed the agony in his trembling ass.
“Poke your head out the window,” Tedi said. Giuseppe hesitated again, and Tedi repeated himself. “Put your head out the window. You are supposed to experience all the shame and humiliation that poor girl felt. That means people must see what happens to you. If not, the malocchio will surely haunt your family for generations to come.”
He gritted his teeth and pushed his head out past the curtain. Outside, his face was on the side of the building, so no one noticed right away. Tedi’s house was built on a hill, which meant Giuseppe’s face was high in the air compared to the folks on the ground outside.
The people out front didn’t notice his head until Tedi lined his dick up with Giuseppe’s ass. It had just a bit of hair, the perfect amount, Tedi thought, for a man’s ass. It was enough to be clear that it was a man’s ass and not a woman’s, but it didn’t have the dense thicket of smelly hair that Tedi associated with sailors, soldiers and Greeks.
To put his face out the window, Giuseppe had to crouch rather than remain on all fours. That put his ass much too high for Tedi to effectively penetrate. He got a short stool and stood on that, which made it much easier.
When he at last slammed his dick in, Giuseppe let out a screeching yelp. That was what attracted the attention of the crowd. Giuseppe’s legs straightened and his back arched, but Tedi tapped his back until he got the message — he had to crouch in order for Tedi to reach him.
“Che è troppo grande per un uomo femminile!” Giuseppe grunted and groaned, turning bright-red as the crowd moved to the side of the building. They were throwing rotten fruit at him now, and every time they got a direct hit on Giuseppe’s face, they all cheered and clapped.
Ignoring the resistance he felt, Tedi rammed hard and slow. He enjoyed the long grinding motions as he pushed into Giuseppe’s ass, and he sighed with satisfaction every time he let his dick lower almost all the way out. Sensations sparked throughout Tedi’s body.
The pleasure was unbelievably intense for Tedi, who had never felt anything quite like it. He had penetrated only a few men, none of them as handsome or well-formed as Giuseppe. Those occasions had been nothing compared to the fleshy, meaty feel of Giuseppe’s muscles tightening underneath him, the masculine hair of his ass or the macho grunting as he tried to pretend he wasn’t in agonizing pain. Tedi laid atop him, grinding his dick in, making certain to hit every corner of Giuseppe’s sensitive insides.
“Feliciana!” Giuseppe shouted.
The front door opened, and a pretty black-haired girl marched in, pushing past Anita. She slammed the door shut behind herself. That must be Feliciana, who, Tedi assumed, was the girl whose honor Giuseppe had plundered. She was pretty, but with an arrogant, upper-class look to her face.
She squealed in shock at the sight. Giuseppe brought his fruit-dripping head back in the building and exclaimed back at her, grunting too hard to form words as his movement reawakened the agony in his backside. He nearly collapsed to the ground at her feet. The sensation was too intense for Tedi to stop now, so he continued humping Giuseppe’s ass as he writhed in pain and humiliation at his girlfriend’s feet.
“Giuseppe!” she shouted. “You are… what are you doing?! Che è disgustoso!”
“I’m doing this for you, my cara Feliciana,” he said.
“I never asked you to do this!”
“Your grandmother… She put a curse on me. Malocchio,” he said. “On my family.” Tears twinkled in his eyes. Tedi groaned. He allowed Giuseppe to angle his body to face the girl, but Tedi was relentless on his ass. He didn’t even slow down as Giuseppe’s body tightened with the shame overcoming him.
“So, you do this for a curse?” she asked.
He nodded. “I must do it. But we can still be together afterwards! Possiamo sposarci…”
Feliciana thought for a long time. She cocked her face to the side and then shook her head. “No… Giuseppe… You were very sweet to me, and you have such a handsome face… But you are from a poor family,” she said. “And now… you are not a real man. Si hanno meno di un uomo…”
“What?!”
“You have been sodomizzato…” she said with a giggle. She smiled at Tedi. “You are letting a small man inside you. That is… I can not respect you after this. I must marry a man who acts like a real man.”
“Feliciana…”
“Close your mouth. A real man would rather submit to a curse than that,” she said. She shook her head in disappointment, then walked out the door. When the front door was briefly open, Anita’s voice filtered in, her braying laughter filling the house for a moment before the door slammed shut again. Giuseppe sobbed into the floor.
Anita’s voice was audible from outside. “You do not much like him anymore, do you? Good.”
It seemed that the crowd was focused on chanting on the side of the house where Giuseppe’s face had been seen through the window, so none of them realized why Feliciana had gone inside. Her virtue was intact in the eyes of the villagefolk.
Giuseppe straightened his back when talking to Feliciana, so Tedi was clutching his muscles, trying to hang on — when they both stood plainly, Tedi’s face was even with Giuseppe’s upper back, which mean that the straighter Giuseppe stood, the less Tedi could easily penetrate his ass.
But he refused to take his dick out, even as Giuseppe’s massive body quaked and trembled with the power of his sobbing. Tedi had to claw at the man’s skin for support, and he used his feet to grip Giuseppe’s hairy thighs.
Finally Giuseppe seemed to realize that he had to change his positioning if this was going to ever end. He dropped to all fours, and Tedi at last had some leverage again. He pounded away at Giuseppe’s ass.
Since he had been ramming him for awhile, Giuseppe’s hole was loosened and opened now. Tedi could easily drill his dick in and out. A loud thwacking sound came with every thrust of Tedi’s hips.
When Giuseppe wiped tears off his face, Tedi felt a twinge of pity. He reached around to Giuseppe’s dick and gave it a stroke. It was already hard, but it must have been close to finishing despite his despair, because Tedi could already feel the orgasmic energy collecting and roiling in the shaft.
As though he hadn’t been aware of the intensely pleasurable feelings in his dick until Tedi touched it, Giuseppe’s weeping turned into a momentary moan of bliss. Precum leaked profusely from his cockshaft and coated Tedi’s fingers.
“You can come see me anytime, Giuseppe,” Tedi said softly. He repeated it, but Giuseppe didn’t acknowledge it, whether because he didn’t want to admit he might allow this to happen again or because he genuinely didn’t hear it, Tedi didn’t know which.
Then at last Tedi felt his own orgasm overwhelm him. He grunted and nibbled on Giuseppe’s smooth back as it happened, and pleasure rolled up and down his spine. Giuseppe gasped at the sensation even before the first drops of cum filled him up; his back muscles rippled beneath Tedi’s lolling tongue.
Cum sprayed inside Giuseppe, a torrent of male juices that coated the inside of Giuseppe’s body. It felt like an incredible amount of cum, more than Tedi had ever shot before. Giuseppe gulped and moaned, making an ear-shattering sound.
Anita must have been listening at the door, because she called out when Giuseppe made a noise. “Good! Is that it? That’s how you made that poor innocent girl feel, Giuseppe! Not so proudful anymore, are you!?”
Tedi had to suppress a giggle at Giuseppe, who wept again at that reminder. The crowd cheered and shouted. But Giuseppe’s sadness was short-lived — he reached his own orgasm moments later in Tedi’s hand.
It was a painful orgasm, Tedi could tell that from the way Giuseppe sucked on his teeth and bit his lip, asshole clenching on Tedi’s limp dick. But there was also an intense pleasure behind it, which Tedi sensed in the rippling of his back muscles and the exhausted tenor of his grunting.
Tedi had to strain to reach all the way around Giuseppe’s body to jack him off, but he did that now with his second hand as well. He scooped up all of the cum as it sprayed from Giuseppe’s uncut cock.
A part of Tedi wanted nothing more than to eat the cum off his own palm, but he could do that with nearly any of the men who came to see him. Today, Tedi wanted to do something different.
“Give me your mouth,” Tedi said, and Giuseppe did as he was told. He winced painfully as he turned his head with Tedi’s limp dick still throbbing in his ass. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
It was apparent that Giuseppe thought Tedi wanted to kiss him again, but instead Tedi tipped his hand full of cum right into Giuseppe’s mouth.
Giuseppe gagged and choked on the snotty texture and sour-sweet flavor. His asshole clenched down again as though trying to rip Tedi’s dick off. That sent a second wave of orgasmic pleasure up Tedi’s body. He gasped as Giuseppe moaned in pain.
While he smeared the remnants of cum from his hand onto Giuseppe’s face, Tedi let his dick flop out slowly. It made a moist popping sound when it finally came out. Giuseppe collapsed into a sweaty heap on the floor, sniffling and holding back tears.
Tedi sat down next to him and clucked his tongue. He massaged the thick black hair of Giuseppe’s head. “There, there,” he said. “It’s over now. The curse is lifted. Malocchio è andato…”
Giuseppe sniffled. “She was right, I am less than a man. No girl will ever marry me now.”
“I’m sure that isn’t true,” Tedi said. “Besides, even if it is, you can always go to America, or to England or France, or just Rome. No one there will know.”
“I will know.”
“Or you can stay here. You can come visit me whenever you need a girl… I normally don’t do any of this, y’know.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can… treat me like a girl. That is more normal. When you don’t have a curse to remove, that is what I would expect. You can come here and ram at my ass, my face — every part of my body is yours.”
“Really?”
“Really. It feels like a girl, or so everyone tells me,” Tedi said. He patted Giuseppe on the ass and held back a laugh when Giuseppe winced in pain. “Now come on. Hold your head high. You did what you needed to do for your family. The reason those men out there are teasing you is because they are jealous. Their wives would give anything to be your wife instead of theirs.”
He smiled behind his tears and crawled to his feet. The agony was evident, but he shook it out and took a few tentative steps before wincing in pain again. “Can I wait in here for a few minutes?”
Tedi motioned for him to sit down on the couch, which he did, and Tedi curled up next to his muscular arms. When Giuseppe found that sitting on his ass was too painful, he slid down to laying on his side. Tedi sat there in the crook of his chest, massaging his muscles.
“Of course, baby,” Tedi said. “You can wait here as long as you need. I’ll take care of you.”

The Cuckold Strikes Back

When Rick Stabler walks in on his wife with a big black alpha, he panics, pulls a gun and turns this cuckolding upside down! Tyrell Brickley never thought banging this white chick would lead to him giving up the booty!

Can Rick take what he needs to reclaim his masculinity?

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Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore: Chapter 2

Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore

Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber

Chapter Two: The John

Chapter Three: The Cuckolder

Chapter Four: The Parole Officer

Chapter Five: The Worker

“There you are, Wink, I see you comin’ my way! Why don’t you break me off a piece of that sugar?”
That was it, that was him. Avery stepped out from behind the dumpster and stopped in front of Wink. He was a short black man, muscular but not large, firm and tight-bodied beneath an ill-fitting suit. It wasn’t colorful enough or nice enough to be a pimp suit — it was faded and frayed, loose threads and old stains abounding.

Andre “Wink” Winkle came down here to Canal Street every weekend. He always paid for a blowjob from one of the hookers. He always asked for anal, but he never had the money for it. He begged them to let him in the back-door for free, promising that he’d lick their pussy when he was done — Avery suspected he would have an excuse to leave if that ever happened: no straight man ate prostitutes’ pussies, he thought.

Avery thought Wink was willing to try a different route to that backdoor.
“I’m comin’ fo’ you, girl!” Wink said to the prostitutes. He walked slowly, with a barely perceptible limp.

“Hey,” Avery said. He startled Wink, who glared at him. “You wanna make some money? I’ll pay you a hundred bucks to do to me whatever you were gonna do to her, and more. You can ram me six ways to Sunday.”
Wink had been bopping his head to an unheard beat as he came down the alley. He kept bouncing on his feet, even as his eyes bugged out. Then finally he stopped and chuckled.
“Yo,” he said, flat and simple. “What?”
Avery repeated himself. He blushed a little. This was always the awkward part, and he was suddenly a lot less confident that Wink would say yes. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars. All you gotta do is ram me.”
“Yo, I, uh, I don’t mess ’round on the downlow, sho’ don’t, sho’ don’t.”
“This wouldn’t be on the downlow, this would be here in public.”
“That ain’t a sellin’ point, man,” he said with a snarl. He pushed Avery out of the way. “Go’n, boi, get outta here b’fore I swipe ya head off. I ain’t no boytoy, no way, no way.” He had barely even stopped walking for a moment before continuing on, doing his little rap to that same beat he had been tapping as he came in. He shook his head and headed towards the girls.
“C’mon, baby, you look tasty tonight! You wear that suit like a stud!”
“You get all dressed up like that for me, sweetie? Ain’t you the handomest?!”
Avery was disappointed. He was usually a good read on men. Wink had seemed like he’d do it for some money, but the way he phrased that and the way he moved on right away made it seem like he would not do it for any amount of money.
“Yo, sweetheart, you lookin’ fine in that purple. Whatcha think ’bout-” Wink stopped talking and turned around. He jogged back to Avery and smiled, showing off deep dimples. “Yo, I forgot, I do it. Two hundred and some pee.” Then, he gasped, “I mean, in a cup, man. Pee in a cup. Not, you know… Pee in a cup. I need it tomorruh for a pee test. Need it bad, fo’ real, this nigga need it bad.”
Avery was taken aback. “Oh. You forgot? You forgot you do swing downlow?”
“I just… I remembered this little chore I got, yo, it’s real impo’tant and it ain’t not a bit of yo’ business ‘t all,” he said. He snorted. “But yeah, I gots a plan fo’ that money, hell yeah, hell yeah. And that’ll be the first time I evuh got clean pee for my PO.” He peered at Avery. “You smoke weed?” He screwed up his eyebrows,
“No. Well, yes, but I haven’t smoked in months,” Avery said.
He nodded. “Okay, good.” He produced a specimen cup — an actual one, from a lab — and handed it over.
Avery went behind the dumpster to pee. “You carry this around with you?”
“I was goin’ somewhere wit’ it, yo,” he said, snarling like he didn’t like Avery inquiring about it. He came up behind Avery by the dumpster. He swiped the cup from him as soon as Avery had replaced the lid. He didn’t seem to care that a few drops of pee got on the sleeve of his ratty old suit. “Get on yo’ knees. You ain’t a girl, so don’t even think I’mma seduce you or call you ‘sweetheart’ or kiss you. I don’t nevuh did stick no male man, no way. Nope, nope.”
“No problem,” Avery said as he dropped to his knees.
The nearby hos could still be heard. “Where’d Wink go? He was just here.”
Wink chuckled dryly. He had a nice, raspy throat that made Avery hard. Avery undid the fly of his nattered suitpants. He pulled out a juicy, fat cock. Since Wink was short and not especially large, his cock looked even bigger, extending almost all the way to his knees and as plump in diameter as his forearm.
“Just put the tip in yo’ mouth, boy,” Wink said. Then he clucked his tongue against his teeth. “Yo, I don’t like sayin’ that. I’mma call you girl. Okay, girl? Huh? Huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Avery spoke around the cock throbbing in his throat. It was limp still, but it was gathering steam. He could feel it twitching and twinkling as Wink got used to the situation.
“Alright, yo, girl, alright, put the tip in yo’ mouth.” He paused and pulled out a cigarette. He patted his pants pockets. “Damn, girl, you got a lighter?”
Avery shook his head. He put the tip of Wink’s dick in his mouth and suckled loudly, moistly. He got a taste of clean cock — it was clear Wink had showered right beforehand. He must have wanted to be at his cleanest for the prostitute he planned on hiring.
Wink snorted. A trashy-looking white redneck walked past the dumpster, heading towards the girls. He didn’t notice Wink throating down in the shadows. “Yo, hey, man,” Wink called out to him. “You got a light, man?”
The redneck nodded. He fished a lighter out and gave it to Wink, who lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. The redneck realized then that Wink was getting dome from a man, and he backed away. “Uh, keep the lighter,” he said. He turned around and darted towards the prostitutes.
Wink cackled. “Whiteboys don’t know nothin’ ’bout this kinda shit. They squeamish as all hell, yo.” He took another drag. “Free lighter, alright, alright, alright.” He sighed. “Alright, now get ya tongue out a bit, girl. Move it around some.”
Avery did what he said. He kept sucking on the tip and licking the shaft at the same time, his tongue flickering out to tease every inch of his manhood. Wink leaned against the brick wall facing the dumpster. He closed his eyes and groaned.
“Yo, lick right here, baby,” he said. He pointed to a spot, and when Avery licked that enthusiastically, Wink groaned again. He smiled. “Yeah, you pretty good. I’m gonna keep tellin’ you how to do it, girl. Hope that’s okay. I’m sure you got ‘xperience, but I like it done in just the right way. Lick here now, girl, get that tongue out… Yeah… Yeah…” He spoke in a low, slow-melting voice.
“Hmmm, c’m’ere big boy…!”
“Want a date, sugah?”
“Is that you, Wink? I see you there. Whatchoo doin’ behind the dumpsters? Ain’t you gonna come see me?”
Wink laughed and covered his face. He poked his head out from behind the dumpster. “Hey, sweetheart! I might take a break this week.” He snorted and smiled. “Wait! Nah! You come on ovuh here, Sharlene! I got somethin’ for ya! It’s gonna be real special!” His voice was smooth and kind, but then he glared down at Avery and spoke more brusquely. “Alright, you can deep-throat me now, girl.”
Avery was excited to show his capabilities. He slammed his face all the way down on Wink’s dick, until his nose mashed into the fabric of his slacks. His wiry pubic hair scratched at Avery’s lips and his balls swayed past his chin.
“Okay, nice, alright then, alright, alright,” Wink said, like he hadn’t expected Avery to make it feel so good. He smiled as Sharlene approached. She was a big black girl with a wide ass. She wore a bright green dress that showed off her assets. She smiled at Wink, then frowned when she saw that he was in a man’s mouth.
“Hello,” she said. She glared at Avery and barked out, “What’s this? You stealin’ my customers? My daddy Slim Jay ain’t gonna be happy ’bout that.”
Avery grinned, but he didn’t pull off Wink’s cock, which throbbed in his throat. Wink gasped like he was shocked that Wink could deep-throat him all the way to the root.
“Don’t be salty, baby,” Wink said. He leaned over and kissed Sharlene on the cheek. “He payin’ me, I’m just savin’ some money. You still my one and only. Maybe I can pay you fo’ some anal action next week, you know.”
“Uh-huh.” She put her hands on her hips. “You leavin’ me high and dry.”
“I don’t want you dry, no way, no way. Lemme give you ten,” he said. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “I finger ya real good, baby, baby doll.” He smiled and held up two fingers like he was negotiating. “I put two fingers in ya pussy and one in the ass. You like that? Huh? Or you want two in the ass and one in ya pussy?”
She took the ten-dollar bill. She frowned down at Avery. “You best hurry up, man. If my daddy come by and you still here, he gonna kick at least three asses. Ten dollahs ain’t enough to make him happy.”
Wink kissed her on the lips. His tongue plunged into her mouth. His head was turned to the side to reach her face, while his crotch was forward for perfect access for Avery.
As always, when Avery got into the swing of his latest piece of street trade, he felt a real sense of intimacy with his man. He always thought the best way to get to know a man was to get him off. All of his inner feelings and dreams were palpable when you had him at his most vulnerable, allowing a man to swing on his meat.
And Wink was no exception. Avery swallowed his cock to the root as Wink kissed the prostitute and fingered her pussy and ass. She submited boredly, but Wink acted like she was just as passionate as she was.
Wink wore this suit to impress her. Avery had been going back and forth whether he wore it for her or because he just thought he looked good or maybe he was going to go club-hopping later, maybe he just wanted to get his rocks off before hitting on pretty girls so he wouldn’t be too horny. Or maybe he just always wore a suit, or he was hoping to become a pimp one day. There were a million reasons he might be wearing the cheap, ill-fitting burgundy suit.
But the more he swallowed, the more Avery knew the answer — Wink wanted to look his best for Sharlene, or whichever prostitute looked best to him when he got here. He felt like a trashy loser when he dressed in his ordinary t-shirt and jeans to get a blowjob from a whore, so he wore his only suit instead. He talked like he was seducing her, like she was his girlfriend, like he really loved her, because he wished he was the kind of man who felt that way about a girl.
Now that Wink was knuckle-deep in the plump prostitute, his dick throbbed and jerked around within Avery’s throat. It spewed precum in copious quantities.
“I love you, baby, I love you so much, yo, yo,” Wink murmured to her. He tried to drag Avery’s head off his cock, but Avery resisted. Wink grunted. “Am I the only nigga you want?”
“Baby, you really are,” she said with a canned moan. She kissed him back on the neck.
He chuckled. “Damn, I like this. Only cost me ten bucks, and I’s gettin’ paid by the sissy. I’s makin’ a profit tonight, damn-howdy!”
The prostitute took a step back. She shook her head. “Nah. My daddy gonna be very mad ’bout that, Wink.”
“What?” He had a big smile on his face like a mischievous little boy who had just gotten in trouble.
“Only his girls is allowed to work this alley,” she said. “He go’n cut you. Or just demand all the money the sissy is paying you. Or both.”
Wink chuckled. “Baby, don’t tell him, okay? You still gettin’ paid-“
“He’s my daddy, I gotta tell him! He get salty if I don’t.”
“If you don’t tell him, he won’t know nothin’, baby, baby,” Wink said. He slipped a second finger into her pussy and groaned. She kissed him on the neck. Wink groaned. “Tell him the sissy ain’t pay. Tell him I let him jerk me off as a freebie.”
“He won’t like that much either, nigga,” she said.
Wink sighed. “Then tell him to fuck off, I don’t care. Quit talkin’ ’bout yo’ pimp.” He looked down at Avery, whose head bobbed up and down on his dick. “You can stop, whiteboy. I got a female now.”
Sharlene started rubbing his chest through his shirt and talking about how much she wanted a taste of his cock. Wink just smiled and fingered her pussy. He brought his fingers up to his nose to sniff them. Precum flowed into Avery’s mouth now, as Wink’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again. Avery’s nose was buried in Wink’s pubic hair and the burgundy fabric of his suit. Wink kept half-heartedly trying to get Avery to stop — Wink had money now, so he could buy whatever he wanted from Sharlene. Avery wasn’t about to stop until he got his money’s worth.
“Suck on ’em, baby, lemme see it,” Wink said. He tried to put his fingers in her mouth, but she kept her lips closed.
“Another ten bucks, sweetheart,” she said softly.
“You charge money to suck on my finger? It just got ya pussyjuice on it, baby? I love you-” His dick throbbed in Avery’s mouth.
“I love you too, Wink, but I gotta pay my daddy,” she said. “Ten bucks and I’ll suck on any finger you put in front of my mouth.”
He chuckled and handed over another ten dollar bill. He shook his head and bit his lip. He put his fingers back in her pussy, then removed his other finger, the one that had been in her ass.
“Hmm,” she moaned like she had been waiting for that. She swallowed his callused finger, making him shudder and lean back again.
Avery stopped throating his cock. Wink watched his finger slide in and out of her mouth like he was hypnotized, like he hadn’t even noticed his climax was finished. Avery pulled his pants down and bared his ass.
Without a word from Wink, Avery backed up. He squeezed Wink’s cock into his asshole. Wink just kept sticking his fingers in the prostitute’s holes; he switched his fingers around like it was a game, smilingly sickly as she sucked her pussy and ass juices off his finger.
Finally he looked down to see his cock slide into Avery’s ass. He wrinkled his nose a bit, then went back to kissing the prostitute. His whole body trembled beneath the suit.
“Yo, baby, I love ass,” he said. “Love it!” He said it to her even though the only person whose ass he was in was Avery. His hands roamed over her tits and tweaked her nipples through her green dress. “Can I suck on ya titties, baby, baby doll? I love you so much. I’mma be wit’ you forevuh.”
“Uh-huh,” she crooned. “Twenty bucks.”
“Twenty bucks to suck on ya titties?!”
She smiled. “If you gimme another twenty bucks, I’ll have made fifty bucks off ya. That’s enough I can give my daddy, he ain’t gotta be mad,” she said.
“Alrighty, then, alrighty, but only cuz I love ya and I don’t want him beatin’ on ya, baby. That ain’t a good value, twenty bucks fo’ some titties, nah,” he said with a laugh. But he paid the twenty dollars anyway, and he dove for her chest. He lowered her dress to bare the tits and began licking. He groaned. His cock spasmed in Avery’s ass.

Avery savored the exquisite feeling of Wink’s meat throbbing inside him. He moaned. He had to grip the side of the dumpster for support. It took all of his coordination to keep moving his ass back and forth on Wink’s cock, because Wink didn’t move his hips at all; Avery was responsible for the entirety of the action. Wink ignored Avery completely, kissing and pawing over the prostitute instead.

Wink had never told anyone, but Avery was not the first man he stuck up behind. When Wink was in prison for two years, he had a thin, delicate black man as a cellmate. Initially, Wink had beaten him up and taken his fruit cup in the mess hall. He arrived at prison wanting to show off and make a name for himself, and he was glad to have a small, weak cellmate he could pound on.
But over the next nineteen months, Wink went him hating his lilting cellmate to feeling sorry for him to being grateful for his attention to enjoying his presence to even giving an enthusiastic reacharound after a few gulps of toilet wine (when there was a sheet up over the cell bars so no one knew Wink had touched another man’s cock). When Wink was released, he had sworn to himself he was going to make changes in his life, and one of those changes was that he was going to keep visiting his former cellmate. He liked to feel wanted. He had sworn on his good name that he’d keep coming back.
But once he was free, and he saw girls all over the place, and he got some good-natured ribbing about what he might have done with other males in prison, Wink wasn’t comfortable with it. In his cell, he could put up a sheet for privacy. If he went to prison as a visitor, he couldn’t hide anything.
So in the end, he had never once visited the man he spent all those passionate nights with. He regretted it often, but Wink never looked him up again. He counted down the days to the man’s scheduled release date, and then he counted up the days since he had been released.
When he rammed Avery there in the alley, that was what he thought about, even as he fingered Sharlene. He kissed her while imagining he was kissing a man who didn’t need to be paid to care for him.
“Kiss me, baby,” he moaned. He grabbed her body and held her close. He kissed her tight on the lips, his tongue exploring her mouth. He was short and she was a little taller than him, but she was much thicker, so he looked even smaller in comparison, like she could have swallowed him up whole if she wanted.
His cock spasmed as he groaned into her mouth. His muscles tensed beneath the suit, which was now plastered to his chest with sweat. His balls drew up in his sac, and for the first time since this had begun, he gripped Avery’s bare asscheeks. He loudly orgasmed, gasping and heaving in the shadowy alley.
Wink held Avery in place and swayed his hips from side to side, humping every inch of his insides. Cum sprayed over his prostate, triggering Avery’s own orgasm at last. He sprayed his wad onto the garbagey alley ground, while Wink’s load coated his body.
Wink kept on ramming, sucking on the prostitute’s tongue and tweaking her nipples with both hands. His cock rammed in and out of Avery’s cum-dripping ass. The more he rammed, the more of a mess he made — Wink had developed this game with his cellmate, making his load frothy, spilling out, bubbling forth in a big drippy wad that made him gag and laugh.
“Damn, boy, you take it — I mean, damn, girl, you got real nasty there, that was nice,” Wink said. He whistled. He pointed to the messy ass. “You see that, Sharlene? Lookit that. That is some nasty anal. That is right. That’s how you do it That’s how you do it!.”
“I do that, sugah,” Sharlene said like she was offended at the insinuation that she didn’t know how. “You know my price. You know I don’t give no discounts on anal, not no how.”
He smiled. He kissed Sharlene on the lips. “Yo’ daddy lettin’ you go out sometime, baby? I take you out to dinner-“
“No, sugah, that ain’t allowed,” she said. She pulled her dress back up over her tits.
He shrugged like he was expecting that answer, which he was: he asked her that every time she sucked him off. She said no every time he hired her, which was most weeks — basically unless she was with a different john when he arrived. He didn’t like waiting for her because it gave him plenty of time to wonder what kind of guy she was with, and then she’d inevitably taste like another man when he did get to kiss her. He knew that she was with a lot of men regardless; it was just easier to forget that when he didn’t have to wait for her to be finished with them.
“Hey, girl,” he said to Avery as he smacked Avery’s asscheeks. “Will you suck my nut out ya asshole? I want that. That’s hot, man. I love that. Ain’t no kinda girls ever do that. I never seen a female do that, and it turns me on so much-” He paused, then lied as he realized he had sort of admitted he did this with a man before “I mean, some girls do it, some do. That’s how I know how hot it is. But a lot of ’em won’t do it, nuh-uh.” The only person he had ever seen suck cum out of his own ass was his cellmate, but Wink wasn’t about to admit that.
“Okay, yeah,” Avery said.
Wink smiled. He let go of the prostitute and slowly withdrew his limp dick. He gagged at the sight of juices dripping from it. He laughed so loud it echoed against the walls of the dumpster. “Ugh, this is so nasty, girl, I love it. I’m gonna love you too if you do this. I swear to God, I will marry you any day if you promise to suck on ass-to-mouth. So fuckin’ nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. I love it.”
He stroked his cock with one hand. It was so sensitive he yelped and his body undulated beneath the suit. He loosened the tie with his other hand. He rammed two fingers into Avery’s ass. He gagged again, laughing nervously at his own reaction. He clawed inside Avery’s body, causing a torrent of pain and exquisite post-orgasmic pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and watched with wide-eyed amazement as Avery sucked them clean.
His fingers and hand were soaked in cum and assjuice. Avery loved it. If he had thought Wink would ever agree to finger his asshole, he would have asked — he would have paid more if he knew it was an option, so he was glad Wink had initiated it for free instead. Wink’s fingers were callused and scarred, and they tasted like stale sweat beneath the assjuice and cum.
“That was so disgusting, girl, I love it,” he said to Avery. “I swear to God, I will marry you, baby.” He paused. “I ain’t serious, I know you ain’t no girl. I won’t marry you. No how, no way.”
“I know,” Avery said. He pulled his own pants up. He felt grimy and dirty, but he loved that feeling. He watched Wink tuck away his own cock and zip his slacks back up.
Daddy’s here, where’s my money, babies?!
A big black man in a fine blue suit — this one was perfectly tailored, vibrantly colored and clean as a whistle — Slim Jay — walked into the alley. He bellowed, and the prostitutes at the other end of the alley all spoke at once. There was a chorus of feminine voices.
The pimp didn’t notice Sharlene there, so she stepped out from behind him. She smiled and giggled to get his attention.
“Oh, hello, baby, whatchoo doin’ back there?” He saw Wink. “G’evenin’, sir. You got ya usual?”
Wink laughed. “Not the usual, exactly. But I got what I need, nigga, no pro’lem.” He walked away, dapping his head as he walked, dancing to an unheard beat just like he was when he entered the alley.
Avery hid there in the shadows for a moment, while the prostitute handed her money over and explained what had happened. When her pimp glowered a little like the money she had earned was not enough, Avery wondered if he was going to get in trouble after all.
So he fled into the night. He was thin and quick, and the pimp didn’t know he was there, so he just darted right past him and ran out of the alley.

Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore

Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber

Chapter Two: The John

Chapter Three: The Cuckolder

Chapter Four: The Parole Officer

Chapter Five: The Worker